Alexander looks at the situation and simply looks, seeming to smile a little
The man seems to be completely unaffected by the illusion. He simply smiles, and begins to sob harder. He takes aim and fires a shot into your gut.
After the gunshot rings, several men in black spring into action.
Man: Heard a gunshot fire.
Man2: Heard it too.
Man3: Supress the unit?
Man: Yep. Move out, move out!
The reporter sees three men making their way towards him. One has a seemingly magical shield, and two men are behind him.
Holy fuck was that a gunshot!
Rito changes his form into a Raven again and moves away from Gavon. He blends in with the crowd and goes behind the gunman
The president freezes in terror. All members of the audience do as well, save a select few.
Alexander walks up to the president
āTime for you to leave. We canāt allow your safety to be harmed.ā
āWhat the-ā
Gavan tries to leap out of the way, using his dagger to try and deflect it but the bullet still grazes his hip
āFuck, who is this manā¦?ā
Laura recovers, simply choosing to back away from the situation.
āUgh it looks like Iāve got no choiceā¦ā
Gavan shoots electricity to try and disable the crazed gunman
The man drops, and wriggles on the ground in a vivid pain. His hand presses the trigger once more, firing a stray shot from the ground that lodges itself in the foot of a security guard.
I dash forward and put the man into a chokehold with my dagger at his neck
āWho sent youā Gavan hisses
The guard writhes in pain.
Two other men are still heading towards the reporter.
Mary drinks her drink more
As tears stream down from the reporterās face, his muscles spasm sporadically. He jolts upwards, and sends his neck into Gavanās blade. His eyes widen, and he falls to the ground once more.
Gavan shoves the dead body away from him
āAt least I didnāt get any bloodstains into my clothesā¦ Theyāre so hard to wash out.ā
uses illusions to hide self and runs inside to look for Francis and Laura
(Youāre shot in the hip. ?)
(oh wait NVM, lol bad memory)
āAt least I didnāt get too much blood on myselfā
The security guards call for an ambulance and tell everyone that the meeting is off.
Man: And I donāt want any press covering this, ok?
Some start to leave, slowly, in fear of the entire ordeal.
P: Iām aware.
He starts to make his way down the stage. Some security follows suit.
P: This was not how I expected our meeting to goā¦